"Their biggest trouble comes from their own kind." The bald uncle pointed to a truck car parked not far away.

This kind of loading car is often seen in Westerns, with an open door on each side, and as long as the speed of the wagons is slow enough, the person waiting by the tracks can easily run a few steps, climb onto the train, and get into it.

Jack probably understood what he meant, "You mean, they're going to grab the land?" ”

"That's right." The bald uncle replied, "If two people look at the same car at the same time, it is not a good scene." ”

"If a homeless person takes a train to a new place, where do they usually go first?" Emily asked.

"In the woods." The bald uncle pouted in the direction of the railroad tracks, "They call it a camp, and less than half a mile ahead is the local camp." ”

"Let's take a look?" Jack wanted to go.

"No, we're going to go buy something first." Rosie stopped him with a smile, then turned to the bald uncle and asked, "Can you tell us where the nearest store is?" ”

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Half an hour later, Jack stopped in a wooded area not far from the railroad embankment, and Emily carried a large bag from the back of the pickup truck, and Rosie carried a pot and a few bags of spices, and the three of them walked into the woods together.

"We don't need Jesus today." There was a bonfire in the woods, a few homeless guys were cooking something around the fire, and some others were lazily lying in a few broken tents.

An old white man with a scruffy beard and a peaked cap shouted loudly when he looked up and saw the three of them.

"We're not from the church." Rosie took out a pack of cigarettes and shook them at a few people.

"How about we make a deal."

"Not interested!" The scruffy old man, with a red rosacea, flattened the empty can in his hand and threw it at will.

The woods were littered with rubbish, and it was impossible to tell what they had picked up and what they had discarded here.

A few younger-looking guys around the scruffy old man were moved, and Jack pointed to one of the nunus, motioning for Emily to pay attention.

It was a skinny white kid with a plastic bag in his hand, and he was holding it to his mouth, inhaling hard, apparently this guy had the same hobby as their suspect.

"What about this?" Emily pulled a whole dozen small bottles of cheap whiskey out of the bag.

Almost the seven or eight homeless people in the entire camp, including the sloppy old man, were in an uproar.

"Uh-huh?" Jack put down the bag in his hand, deliberately exposing his waist and armpit with his pistol.

"Please, be nice to the lady, we just want to talk, maybe we can make friends."

"We welcome friends, but not police." The scruffy old man said with some hostility, clearly unhappy with Jack's threat.

"We're the FBI, not the local police." Rosie flashed her ID, "We're looking for a burglary suspect." ”

"No, it's not me!" The sucking guy screamed loudly and wrapped his coat around his head as he shivered.

Rossi glanced at him and continued, "He's been wandering around Modesto lately, and he's just done a case, probably with some jewelry, silver cutlery, and other stolen goods waiting to be sold. ”

There was a silence in response, and at this time Jack was not idle, he walked to the pot on the campfire and looked inside, and smelled the smell, it was actually okay, a bit of the flavor of going to the countryside to eat clay stove stew when he was a child.

"Do you want to taste it?" A homeless man brought over two upside-down plastic buckets, which were their "chairs".

"Thank you, if you don't mind, I'd like to ask you to try my handiwork." Jack picked up a few rocks and built a makeshift stove and put the pot Rosie was carrying.

Although he is immune to poison himself, and if there is any problem, he can solve it with a treatment technique, but psychologically he still can't accept this kind of chaotic stew that looks like a suspicious raw material, so it's better to do it himself.

Stewing curry is easy to use, once all the ingredients are cooked, stir and stir more after putting in the curry, just don't stick to the pot.

Soon the whole camp was filled with the aroma of curry, and Jack took out the disposable cutlery and gave everyone a little bit.

The principle of cannibalism seems to be common in the world, not to mention the fact that there are a whole dozen cheap whiskeys, and soon the homeless people are all talking box.

The homeless people roaming the fields are not short of food, but delicious food is rare, not to mention more appealing spirits and cigarettes.

Soon, even the sloppy old man, who was most resistant at first, became much more friendly.

Although they did not get any information about the suspicious suspects, everyone had a rough idea of the lives of these homeless people.

They do take freight trains and wander along railway lines, but it's not aimless.

Agricultural towns and towns large and small are scattered along the railway line, and they move like migratory birds, with the harvest time of plants everywhere.

Because when the farm is busy, many people don't mind hiring a few more odd workers, and sometimes they don't even need to pay, providing a place to take a bath, a comfortable bed, and a few delicious meals.

However, the homeless also complained that most of the paid jobs were robbed by the old inks who entered the country legally, especially the jobs on the big farms, and there were officials who would manage the old inks.

During the harvest season, the authorities set up some legal camps, they will check their identities, do some management, and those big farms can also get more reliable and stable labor.

"So, what is he doing?" After eating and drinking, the situation was almost understood, and the three of them were about to get up to say goodbye, but Rosie noticed that the poisonous dog that had smoked glue had carved a strange mark with a knife in a nearby tree.

"He's reminding the next group of people to be careful." The sloppy old man, who was already drunk, now knows everything.

Jack looked around, and there were such marks everywhere on the rocks, on the trees.

"Would you mind telling us what the signs meant?" Rosie handed him the remaining half pack of cigarettes.

After spending half an hour longer than expected, the three of them left the homeless camp where the curry smell still smelled, and Jack had just returned to the car when he received a call from Red.

After they determined that the suspect was committing the crime along the railroad line and not on Highway 99, Red asked Garcia to help investigate the unsolved nighttime burglary that had occurred in the past two months in all the nearby agricultural towns along the railroad line in the Central Basin.

Just after the bad news came, Garcia discovered three burglary robberies that left the same DNA behind.

(End of chapter)